❝I hurt people;
especially pretty girls like you ❞
In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity.
And the music only stops when a demented man says so.
➳
Criminal psychology student...
warning: this chapter will feature graphic violence, if that makes you queasy, well lol.
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Her eyes fluttered open.
The plain white ceiling of her dorm came into view.
Goosebumps lay scattered across her skin, her hair damp with sweat, as she sat up.
Tahlia slowly brought her hand to her chest, and just like she'd expected, her heart had been racing superhumanly.
She gulped plainly; she didn't want to close her eyes and lose herself to a grim nightmare yet again.
For a second she couldn't help but wonder why her? What had she possibly done wrong in the eyes of the universe to kept being punished like this. Living vile memories over and over again, until she'd inevitably disrupt her own sanity.
Her eyes landed on the bedside watch, the numbers bluntly reading 6:47 A.M.
She exhaled, partly tired, partly relieved. So she wasn't a complete insomniac.
As she wiped the perspiration off her forehead, a flash of light caught her sight from the periphery of the room.
She glanced at the television that was left on, she presumed, by her roommate. She glimpsed at Wynn's snoring form once and saw the remote clutched in her hands, flopped over the duvet.
She shook her head to herself, as she got up to switch it off.
"..Lieutenant Kennedy is said to be releasing an official statement on Wednesday. It's been only 2 days since the gruesome murder of Tori Enfield. The 23 year old waitress was possibly last seen leaving with a man from the local bar she'd worked in on Friday. The man has yet not been ID'd. In the meanwhile, all citizens are being advised to stay in-"
The newsreader's overdone face and her shrill voice evaporated, the screen going pitch black, as Tahlia's fingers pushed down on the switch with a copious amount of pressure, as if, turning off the screen would tune out reality too.
Her legs felt like twigs, ready to snap with the slightest force, so she sat down at the end of her bed harrowingly. She couldn't think. She didn't want to think.
With her nightmares, Tahlia could not find peace in sleep. But then, when she was awake, everything around her felt nothing short of a nightmare.
Her alarm went off obnoxiously.
She glanced at it and sighed.
Yet another day she'd have to make it through.
By the time Tahlia had finished showering and gotten ready for her 8 AM lecture, she'dalready forgotten what her latest nightmare was all about.
